the honeymoon phase

it's so good at first

you know, kind of like an Ed Sheeran song,

sweet, slow, calming.

we're still on that cloud 9 high;

arguably better than any blunt I've ever smoked.

we're still happy and sickeningly adorable.

our friends hate us because they're jealous

haters hate us because they want to be us

but we're too involved in each other to care.

we're too drunk in our idea of 'love'

that we cant see the inevitable end yet.

the constant surprises, random kisses,

unexpected hugs, I love yous,

you're everything to me and good morning texts

that they blind us

and just like a speeding car who sees a pedestrian,

it all stops.

at first, it's just one little argument

about you not calling as often.

then it becomes almost as regular as my monthly periods.

we're always screaming, I'm always crying

and you're always frustrated.

it becomes hard to get along.

I feel like being with you is a job

and to be honest, the pays quite shitty.

it just doesn't feel like I know you anymore.

we are strangers.

all of a sudden, it's like those nights we

spent together talking about who we were,

what we wanted out of life, joking around,

revealing parts of one another we always kept buried inside

never happened

like we never cared about each other.

but I wait 4 months and find another you;

a better you.

and then the cycle repeats itself.

but dear child, when are you going to learn,

that good things don't last?